A Talk

The sounds of someone moving pots and pans could be heard coming from the kitchen. It was hard to believe your aunt could up and go make dinner after what just happened. The exhaustion on both you and your mother made you like dead weight on the couch. Or at least that’s the reason you were telling yourself for not leaving the couch. You looked over to your mother, her hair disheveled, her robe rumpled. You imagined her body was probably humming slightly with the afterglow. You caught her glancing over to you, her eyes pulled to your exposed penis, but she managed to not stare. She also didn’t tell you to put it away. There was a heavy exhalation from the woman and you swallowed nervously, knowing she was preparing to say something but you had no idea what it could possibly be.

“I can’t believe I did that,” she said. Her tone was oddly flat. She didn’t sound ashamed nor upset. Her eyes met your questioning gaze and held it for a few quiet seconds. The corner of her lips curled, and she broke into a stifled chuckle. She laughed into a fist and shook her head, shoulders shuddering, and you were infected by her contagious fluttering laugh. The ridiculous of the whole situation rolled over mother and son in a fit of giggles. After a few seconds of uncontrolable mirth your mother sighed and leaned elbow on the back of the couch, resting her cheek in her hand, looking at you.

“I know it’s weird,” you told her, and she nodded slightly, the smile getting smaller on her mouth but still there. “At least Aunt Les is coping.” Patricia seemed to stare into space for a moment, though that space was in line of sight of your still obscenely stiff member, but her eyes didn’t appear to be in focus.

“She seems happy,” noted your mom. “I can feel that she is. I know she’s confused too but… I can sense things aren’t too bad.” She finally seemed to move out of her reverie, and your mother realised she was staring at her son’s cocks she pulled her eyes away from it. She looked at you. “Thank you for being here for her,” she said. You shrugged.

“You’re here too,” you said. “And after what just happened… she’ll probably want to… keep doing that.” You swallowed, watching your mother’s react to what you just said and the prospect of what was to come.

“I’m only going to be here for another day,” she said. “I have to go back to work.”

You nodded.

“I know,” you said. “Her libido is fluctuating. That’s expected. You being here was actually kind of fortunate. It provides her the extra stimulation she needs at this stage of the addiction.”

“When is she going to get over it?” asked your mother quickly, brow creasing. You weren’t sure on what Patty meant.

“Over? Do you mean this… phase?”

She nodded.

“I know the addiction is for life,” said your mother knowledgably.

“Until we find a cure,” you added. The smile sweetened on your mother and she gave a nod.

“I meant this extra horny period of hers,” she finished. You tried not to let your mother’s name for this increased libido stage make you have a visible reaciton but your eyebrows shot straight up. “We can call it what it is. No need for the scientific jargon.”

“A couple more days I think,” you said. “Every time she gets a load she’ll want her own release… if you can help her get those for the next few then it should help alleviate her ongoing... uh... horniness.”

“So I make her cum while you cum in her mouth,” said your mother, breaking it down as bluntly as possible. It took you a fraction too long to nod and your mother cracked up again. She stood from the couch and stretched, looked somewhat refreshed and lighter on her feet. “Alright,” she began. “We’ll make the most of this situation. I’ll do my bit. You do yours.” You looked up at the woman, amazed by her final turn. She smiled at you. “Families take care of each other,” she said. She stole a more obvious look at your junk before stepping away to help Aunt Les make dinner.

When you were alone on the couch you found yourself doing a little fist pump.